The Boys of Summer [OPEN]
09-01-2014, 09:07 AM
The climb had left him mostly exhausted, but the view was well worse the price his pads had paid. They were bruised and cut in a few places, scraped and sore. His pale coat was covered with dust and dirt, and he panted heavily in the summer heat. It was so bad here as it had been down south, but it wasn't quite as cold as the young brute was used to. He was of the north, the far north, where summer was the winter of other lands. His family pack had lived on the very outskirts of Ebony lands, in the taiga. He was used to towering sentinel pines and snow drifts so deep it was more viable to tunnel through them. There was still snow on the peak of this mountain, but no where else, and that was what had drawn him to it's summit. The roar of the waterfall had been a confusing surprise, as he had made his ascent on the opposite face, but coming upon the plummeting deluge Albion couldn't help but smile. It was a stunning sight. The water fall stretched out far below where he sat, where the snow melt had coalesced enough to form a stream. Even from this distance it's sound was immense and powerful. It rumbled in his chest and made Albion feel excited, as if he wanted to run and stretch his limbs. The young male smiled and stood, his tail wagging the slightest bit. He wanted to get closer, but the steep cliff face before him seemed all but impregnable. He'd find a way, though... or roll an ankle trying. He began searching for a safe path down. |
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